He fought a good and long fight and was nearly 13 yrs old. He had a recurrance of aspiration pneumonia and severe diarrhea that could not be helped by any food or meds and a fever of 105.9 this morning. He was PTS by a compassionate vet who told me there was no doubt we did the right thing and his body was starting to shut down.
I cried my eyes out and my heart is heavy. My boy was a sable, born with evere hip dysplasia, had dm, inflam BD, cataracts, had knee and intestinal surgery years ago and yet was the most joyful soul who radiated happiness. He started going downhill after our Brandy passed and then we got Cheyenne (GSD) who brought him out of his grief but the toll it took was it made the DM worse. We cleaned up his poop as he was fecally incontinent and changed belly band diapers several times a day , taking him out with a harness and still he played and enjoyed life until the past few days especially.
He had eye that would melt a glacier, soulful and round. He was like a big , innocent, gentle teddy bear who would not harm a fly. A better dog I may never find but with love yet to give we will get another male but in a bout a year.
It is so very hard to make that decision but it was always based on him and not us. I will love him forever.
RIP my sweet boy.